Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yo No Me Dejo , by - Don Omar. Release date: 08.04.2021
Song language: Spanish
Yo No Me Dejo(original) |
| Pa', yo no me dejo |
| Ya yo estoy grande, pendejo |
| Mírate en mi espejo a ver |
| Si tu vez reflejo de algún viejo |
| Y me montan cara como si vieran cosas raras |
| Como si me amedrentaran |
| Como se pararan y miraran |
| Si fueran tan bravos y me dispararan |
| Tan machitos que empezaron |
| Pa' que después se cagaran |
| Pa', yo soy el satélite |
| Que detecta lo que apesta |
| Y como lo tuyo no me afecta… |
| Si yo se que tu eres un cleca |
| Desde que eras Winchesta' |
| Pa', tranquilo, cleca |
| Yo soy Don, cria’o en tu mismo callejón |
| Con carros de medio millón |
| Y prendas que han cega’o televisión |
| Entonces, háblame claro so lambón |
| ¿Tú crees que puedes competir conmigo canción por canción? |
| Ni una de las tuyas, ninguna |
| Si tú eres Cangri en la tierra |
| Yo soy el Rey de la luna |
| Yo soy el mismo Don |
| El mismo flow de calle |
| El mismo son, la misma melodía |
| Soy la voz del reggaeton |
| Y aunque bastante he echa’o pa' alante |
| Nunca pienses que al Don se le treparon los humos |
| Así que pon atención, hey, sin feca |
| Lugarteniente de los rompediscotecas |
| Toma, bebe pa' que bajes la seca |
| Estas tan lejos que le has llama’o la Meca |
| Toma, aguanta de la mía que juquea como manteca |
| Y no te esmandes fuera de base por el case' |
| O cuida’o lo que te pase… |
| Y como a ti te gusta que yo te hable en otro lenguaje |
| Si te lambes te jodo el fuselaje |
| Mejor deja el viaje y a tu combo que se relaje |
| O el royal rumble va a 'tar salvaje |
| ¿Tú querías cangrinaje? |
| ¡Toma cangrinaje! |
| El rey del área metropolitana y Dios despues de los peajes |
| Cuando tu quieras! |
| You think you’re ready? |
| I don’t think so! |
| Por mí te quedas en la Meca! |
| El cielo es mi límite |
| Tu pesadilla! |
| Don! |
| Tainy Tunes! |
| Bones! |
| (translation) |
| Pa', I don't let myself |
| I'm already big, asshole |
| Look in my mirror to see |
| If your time reflection of some old |
| And they face me as if they see strange things |
| as if they scared me |
| How they would stand and stare |
| If they were so brave and shot me |
| So macho that they started |
| So that later they shit |
| Pa', I am the satellite |
| that detects what sucks |
| And since yours doesn't affect me... |
| Yes, I know that you are a Cleca |
| Since you were Winchesta' |
| Pa', calm down, cleca |
| I am Don, raised in your own alley |
| With cars of half a million |
| And clothes that have blinded television |
| So, talk to me clearly so lambón |
| Do you think you can compete with me song by song? |
| Not one of yours, none |
| If you are Cangri on earth |
| I am the king of the moon |
| I am the same Don |
| The same street flow |
| The same sound, the same melody |
| I am the voice of reggaeton |
| And although I've done a lot of pa' ahead |
| Don't ever think that the Don got the smoke |
| So pay attention, hey, no feca |
| Lieutenant of the Clubbreakers |
| Take, drink so that you lower the dry |
| You are so far away that you have called it Mecca |
| Take, hold on to mine that juquea like butter |
| And don't send yourself off base for the case' |
| Or take care of what happens to you... |
| And since you like that I speak to you in another language |
| If you lick yourself I'll fuck your fuselage |
| Better leave the trip and your combo to relax |
| Or the royal rumble goes 'tar wild |
| Did you want cangrinage? |
| Take cangrinage! |
| The king of the metropolitan area and God after tolls |
| Whenever you want! |
| Do you think you're ready? |
| No lo creo! |
| For me you stay in Mecca! |
| The sky is my limit |
| Your nightmare! |
| Don! |
| Tainy Tunes! |
| Bones! |